11/6/2019
nothing but a broken blade
in the bathroom sink
i tried but i couldn't commit
what dominates my think
so close was i to carving out
that which plagues my soul
to cut away a piece of me
will never leave me whole
instead i cry tears of shame
sitting on the floor
i should be proud i didn't do
what i've done before
yet somewhere deep inside of me
blight festers and grows
i reach within to find the sin
only i could know
what i uncover to no surprise
hidden shards of pain
no way to eradicate
what i cannot name
my legs are weak arms are heavy
my eyes are swollen closed
my ego lies naked next to me
unbearably exposed
in the sink that broken blade
should be a victory
but clouding my eyes are tears of red
and of what will never be